My real name is Ian Myers. I am 6ft. Hazel eyes, shaved head, pale usually, wear a dog color that is really, really dark green but no body believes me and thinks that it's black. I love black; I have black boots and haven't worn a T-shirt that wasn't solid black for about three years. I still remember that last day I wore a colored T-shirt, it was yellow and I wore it for a few days straight and got really sick of it. I was born in New York but moved to Wichita Kansas while I was still an infant and then moved on to Utah at age twelve.

To the Doom community I released fuct.wad (three levels), tft.wad (teletubbies), and aotw.wad (big asylum). Recently I also contributed some ammo sprites for Freedoom too.

Well my earliest memory is kind of strange. I was around 3-5 months old and my mom was trying to breast feed me. She had spilled coffee on me who knows how long ago and I had third degree burns. I don't remember the pain, but I remember my thoughts at the time, and I remember what I could see. I turned out to be a healthy kid though, aside from the asthma, duck-footed legs (I used to point my feet inwards when I walked) and poor eyesight. My mom worked for food instead of money; she worked at a health food store so she had a good diet except for the last two-week of the pregnancy she said she was starving. And I think my dad was still doing tons of drugs like heroin and stuff. I didn't see much of him though because they were divorced before I was born. I could swim when I was only 2-3 months old (Yeah I know, it is hard to believe, I was skeptic until I saw pictures), climb my grandma's house at age 2, and walk at 9 months. I started going to a private school when I was 4 years old; I went to Central Christian Academy. I suck at school; I never listened and always got in trouble and have never gotten good grades in my entire life. I had a really strange friend there too his name was Matt. He colored his fingernails orange and black with magic markers and didn't want to go to heaven because the teacher said he couldn't bring his toys there. Then again neither did I, also when everyone was closing their eyes and praying he crawled under the teacher's dress to see her pussy.
I went to a private school until 5th grade. Then I started going to a public school where there were originally only 3 white boys in the class, and 3 white girls. It sucked, but compared to the hell whole deadnail described it probably was a walk in the park.

We lived in a small ghetto house, but on the weekends I would go to my grandma's house and she was rich. They had a big swimming pool, hot tub; a basement bigger than my house, backyard, and frontyard all combined. There was also a kid in our neighborhood that was being manipulated by a psycho at the time. He had some mental issues and once he held a knife up to my throat and told me if I didn't drink his piss that he would kill me. He had a huge 2liter bottle filled with it too, but I ignored his threat, I knew he wouldn't really kill me. Luckily he got some help and when he came back from the mental hospital he was a totally different kid. Life was pretty good though until my mom married an asshole and we moved to Utah. Ok let me give you an example of just how fucking retarded this guy really is; ok here we go.

My brother and me are in the kitchen getting something to eat at 10pm. My step dad walks in and says “ Uh what are you guys doing? “ I tell him we are eating, which was really obvious. Then he looks at the clock and says, “ Who eats at 10 anyways “ and leaves. One hour later at 11 he comes back up stairs and starts to eat. I mean wtf? This guy has a talent for not making any sense. It’s funny because he is really stock up too, he holds his opinions as high as he can reach. And if you look at him he just looks primitive, he has a huge body with small hands and a small head.

I never had depression until I moved to Utah, which added to my insomnia (I didn’t go to bed last night and I am still not tired, but I am a little stupid right now, and a little slow, hopefully what I am writing makes sense). I was extremely close to my grandma and other family members, and I had to leave them for the bitch my mom married. After a couple of months it was time for school again. The most memorable thing in 6th grade was the very night before my first day of school. I wake up and start to get ready, I can’t remember what I did but I woke my mom up for something. She got really mad at me and said it was 10:00PM and that I needed to go to bad. I thought it was time to go to school, but for some reason woke up at 10 and thought it was time. I don’t remember what she said, but the last word literally made my heart come to a complete stop. I turned around and walked away. And then for some reason I started to laugh. I couldn’t stop laughing though. I started to get really scared because I thought I would never stop. So then I started to cry. But finally after about 10 minutes I stopped and fell back to sleep. It was a strange night.

Pretty much ever since we moved it has been down hill. I started to self-mutilate. At first I was scared to cut myself but after awhile I was trying to keep myself from doing it because it started to feel so good. I pretty much did stop when I cut so deep that I could feel this strange crunching when I cut and had to tape the wound shut because when I woke up the next morning it still looked the same, hadn’t even began to heal. That was around the time I came up with the nick Malice Rancor, to me that was bliss. I wished very badly that I could hate everyone, but I am really sensitive. I can’t stand to watch someone else get hurt and I cry at movies, actually I just got back from Pearl Harbor and that movie made me cry, it sucks. But if it’s me it has never been a big deal. When I was little I would run and hide if I got hurt because I was scared I would get in trouble. My mom says she would follow a trail of blood and it would always lead to a blanket soaked in it with me under it. And sometimes she said there would be blood dripping of my bunk bed and she would find me up there. I can’t remember much of it, but I remember when I almost cut my toe off with a shovel and hopped back to the house and into my room to hide.

In 7th grade everyone made fun of me and I had no friends in school. And I wanted to be popular really bad. I don’t know why but in 9th grade the same girls that made fun of me and called me a nerd were stalking me. This one would say I was her lover, and other would follow me around trying to get my phone number, and someone was even trying to get my address once. I thought I wanted to be popular until then. So many girls were bothering me that I started to wish I was ugly, this is because I was really shy and it just frightened me. But luckily in High School it was back to hanging out with just a few other people and myself. Ok my grandma made me some dinner, time to go grub.

I first got into DOOM when my family rented a 32X, and a few games. My brother rented Mortal Kombat 2, but wasn't satisfyed on it for long, so he returned it and rented DOOM instead. Then I started playing it! At that time, it took me 15+ or so minutes to complete the first three levels on DOOM 32X. Later I rented DOOM for my SNES, and well I played through it, and I thought it only contained one episode, until I realised that the guys who ported DOOM to SNES decided to make the later episodes be available on the tougher skill levels. Hurt me Plenty was the toughest skill level, especially E1M7. Later when I had a way better computer than my old IBM PS/1, and I first had the Ultimate DOOM, then I own DOOM 2 several days later. Well I have used three computers before I finally use a Cicero CPU system, and I still play DOOM, cause it's not gonna lose it's popularity at all! DOOM Forever!

I like the music from the DOOM Series (PSX DOOM and DOOM 64 included), No One Lives Forever, Half-Life, Serious Sam, all the Sonic and Mario games, and.. Oh crap I have so many favorite music choices that I can't explain them all.

I like most of yous, but I think people such as Elbryan42, Esco, ZarcyB, Deathwarrior, and Darkstorm are the greatest friends I have ever known. I however do not like Dest-X (I'm NOT REOPENING DOOM FUNNIES STUPID!!), Feronth (God those phony results of me being a loser is NOT acceptable to me), Isle Bot (Listen here Isle, you have been quite an annoyance, especially replying to my first thread on the new message board with a "FUCK YOU"!), Rieper (Quit flaming me!), fuckmordeth (I do not like seeing you copying and pasting "Fuck <censored> he can go suck his mommas asshole" over and over, because it's retarded) and lastly, Chourico (Ling ownz the site, and you don't Chourico, you Resident Idiot)

Well now that's settled, now I'll tell you how I got my nick: I comed up with it cause I thinked of getting the cacos to let Ling have it back when Hissy was in captivity, and I still use it even after Hissy was freed.

I have made contributions to the DOOM Community, like some Lameduke weapons for Deathwarrior's UAC Ressurrection, and Dark Claw Sprites for Deathwarrior's DOOM 0.4 Alpha Resources WAD file, which requires EDGE to run. I am also working on a MOD myself, and soon I will do a level for Darkstorm's Relapse TC.

My full name is Nuno Gonçalo Bettencourt da Cruz Correia. I was born on the 27th January 1984 in Lisbon, but due to an impression error my ID cards say I was born in 1985, in Aveiro, where I live. I only found out about that a year ago. My parents kept it that way, so I could have more long term benefits. Or so they say.

I've been lazy since that day. Twelve hours after my mother entered labor, I wouldn't come out at all, so she had to do an abdominal delivery. They used too much anaesthesia, which caused to me to faint and to be born dead. If I was kept unconscious for more five minutes, I'd be a vegetable now.

I only learned to talk when I was three years old, but to compensate the delay, I was reading Camões (Portugal's Shakespeare, so to speak) in less than one year, which was good.

As a kid, I wouldn't play much - I was very afraid of falls and injuries - I didn't have that, er, adventurous spirit other youngsters had.

I entered elementary school when I was seven (or six, legally speaking) but the first grade proved unnecessary for me, as I could read and write rather perfectly already. Consequently, I skipped that year and went directly to the second grade.

People thought that I was actually one year younger than all my colleagues. Added to the weaker, smaller body I had, needless to say, I was constantly mocked by them.

Despite the social difficulties I experienced, elementary school was fairly easy. In fact, school had been that way until my ninth grade, because I wouldn't pay attention to the classes. These last years (10th and 11th grades) were hard.

My parents divorced three years ago. My dad quickly (way too quickly, IMO) found a new girlfriend, a teacher, who he eventually married. I actually like her a lot; her own son (she's divorced too) though, is a complete twat. He's adopted. His biological parents were drug addicts, which explains his utter lack of intelligence and the hyperactivity.

My mom is dating a teacher too and he's also divorced. We've recently moved in our new house together. He's the most boring person I know but considering he shares many tastes with me, that's not so bad.

I met my present girlfriend last year. We've been dating since February. Our relationship is very close, altough I haven't paid much attention to her lately (I should do something about it).

I've been playing games since I can remember actually. I've had lots of systems, ranging from your standard PC to Amigas, Sinclairs, 3DO's, a Jaguar, and most Segas :)

I only started to use the 'net after the divorce, when my father moved out. It started all with my interest in Quake, and its ability to be modded (I'd spend days downloading QC patches). I moved on to QuakeWorld, and that was when I first experienced IRC (I was so simple-minded I thought was the only Quake player in Portugal).

I've played Doom almost since it came out (my dad happened to be in Chicago in the Doomsday and he bought it - he played SW Doom more than I did) but eventually moved on to Duke Nukem 3D, Quake, and so on. I became interested in Doom again when I went to Lee Killough's Doom page in ClassicGaming.com (I had no idea the source for it had been released) and found out about the revival it was undergoing.

Music became one of my interests when I found out more about The Prodigy, which are now my favorite band. Last book I read was Philip Kerr's "The Second Angel".

My name's Aaron, I'm 16 born in South Dakota. I lived there for the first two years of life and then my family moved to the deep South of California (that's San Diego in case you geography experts can't figure that out). I have lived there ever since and have become an ARDENT Chargers and Padres fan. I too am sort of middle aged in my thinking especially since I have developed quite an interest in world history and politics, which accounts for my feverish claims that Demokrats are Communists (they are). I have been playing DOOM for all its lifetime. I was in third grade at the time and I played it at a friends house. The instant I got my own blazing IBM Aptiva 486DX2 machine I put DOOM on it and never looked back.

In elementary school to an outside observer I guess I had an easy time, although all through my life I approach any challenge as if I will ALWAYS fail at it. It's a mentality that has seemed to work for me. I made friends in elementary school, was generally accepted but I didn't feel as if that was the case since I had to wear glasses since second grade. I had two girlfriends and went through the normal puppy love bullshit.

Middle school was an interesting transition since it was a new school and I had lost the majority of my friends since we moved farther inland to attend a better school. I had a more serious romance (not puppy love) in eighth grade. I generally matured greatly in my achievements in middle school, developed an interest in mathematics and U.S. Constitutionality. I was on a few Academic Bowl teams. I received an award for being the most proficient in math all three years.

High school so far has been non eventful. I kept most of my friends and have made new ones almost every year. I attend the same district that Linguica did, and I have lived through two school shootings within a three week span. Every grade advancement since fifth to sixth people have been saying that next year will bring a lot of pressure and work but I've done fine I guess. Last year was an extremely busy year.

I too took the SAT in 7th grade and scored 1050. I recently took the SAT II and got 11/12 in the writing essay and an average of 83 in language, math, and world history. I have a 4.66 GPA right now and I am involved in a service project called LeadersNow. I know HTML, JavaScript, C, C++, and I'm starting to learn Lingo, the language of Macromedia Director. I author websites and I know how to use Flash, Director, and Fireworks. I made some of the school website and CD Yearbook.

Sports that I love: baseball, basketball, football, raquetball, tennis, martial arts. I have been studying martial arts for eight years and have been a black belt for two and a half. I can't really make any interesting commentary by elegantly using profanities like some other posters can so I'll just leave it at that.

I'm 14 years old and I live in a town that is a one hour drive from Melbourne, Australia (something like 50kms). I goto school (I'm in Year 8, but I don't know what the equivalent is for US Education) and it's bloody boring there. So boring, I occasionly deliberately get myself suspended. Anyway, I enjoy playing Doom (duh) and Street Fighter Alpha 3.

I could of started releasing maps (for Duke3D) in 1997, but a rather severe Linux crash (dumbass brother at the time who didn't know how to install it) stopped me from doing it. But still, it eventually happened back in December 2000, when I was sending people on #doom some of my early mp3 remixs (available here and here). Then, on January 23rd, 2001, I finally put up my first web site (which I have been trying since early-1999) called Deathwarriors Domain, which I still update (constantly lately).

Anyway, here's a list of stuff I've released:

* UAC Resurrection
* Doom Alpha Resource Wads (although it's available for download at my doom.wrong.button.com dir)
* Map01 and E2M8 remake for Skulltag
* A shitload of mp3 remixs (I used to have ralphis as my rival, but we haven't made any lately)
* Extreme Doom 2 (discontinued and buggy, my first conversion)
* Unnamed Skulltag SP episode (given to Carn and a few others, available for download here, but has been postponed indefinitely)

I am also currently working on a map for Freedoom. Although I can't update the UAC Resurrection page anymore for now (bloody mewse), rest assured, I AM working on it. I made a rather spiffy bat file for it. I have been working on UAC Resurrection since it started, February 14th, 2001.

I'm sorry, but Fuckitty Fuck Shit Shit Shitty Shit. I am really pissed right now, A fucking party got overbooked or some such equally crap bollocks, how fucking bollocks is this? I was really looking foward to it, had some spliffs, some beer, then they turn round and say they have too many fucking people coming. They are gonna turf out like 100 peeps. Shit. I really needed that, I have far too much on my mind. I just wanted to grt drunk, then stoned so that I just forget everything, it all appears insignificant. But that isn't gonna happen now. Another thing to be pissed off about: my mates were gonna bring some dope with them when they came calling soon. BUT it turns out that they are all too fucking pussy to buy it. I wouldn't mind, but I only just found out. There are only a few days to go. I really hate geting drunk too much, which is now probably what will end up happening because they like that. Well, what the hell. They don't get it anyway. They think skunk is the best kind. You just pass out.

Anyway. About me. I am not fucked up, though you would think I should be after some of the shit that me and my family have been through. My Name is Dominic Sandhu. I live in two places. Wolverhampton (which is not as shitty as some people will have you believe) and Durham (which is not as beautiful as some will tell you. It is Fucking boring) These are both in England. I used to live only in W'ton till september last year. I went to a catholic school which was okay. It wasn't to rough, not too strict. That is, until the last year I was there (yr 9). The interns for yr 7 turned out to be a load of Retarded shites. The school suddenly became full of a load of retarded bastards with no fucking manners, they were all either from shit places in town, or just arseholes 'cause they listen to too much eminem (Arsehole). In fact, They were so shitty, that my brother just fucking left that year. He got racist abuse even. Really, they were that fucking bad. I did have a lot of fun there though. I know for sure that if I hadn't gone to that school I would have turned out completely different. I would probably be (more) boring. I learned how to interact with lots of different kinds of people. I learned how to recognise People who were genuinely bastards, and who were just playing around or just being protective. Very useful skill. I learned how to stand up for myself without actually getting into fights. Thank FUck.
So anyway, I am up here in the holiday (Durham) and my brother is thinking of getting into this Big fock off excellent school, The Durham Johnston. I take a look at a newspaper report on how class the school is, and i'm like, "Fuck me! This place really rocks!" So I apply. I get in because my mum tells the head of year that she is divorcing. I act all clever, ask all the questions she wants me to ask, and all that shit. So I get in and all of a sudden I realise how much I like my school in Wolverhampton. Oh well, too fucking late. I started in the 2nd week of the term, after saying my goodbyes to my friends at the old school. Then after the first 5 weeks I realise that the old school really was not that good, I only had a few friends, and a few more people who I would sort've trust. Most of the people you would like to be aqquainted with, but turn out to be rather crappy. So now I am at my new school and very nicely settled in, it is the end of my first year and I love it. As far as I am concerned the years inbetween 10 and 25 are the best of a persons life. I do't mean to sound like some retarded geek, but I really enjoy school. There are a lot of decent people here. And about half of year 10 smoke dope :) Fantastic. I enjoy pissing only one of the teachers off. The German teacher. I used to like that language, but now I am thuroughly jaded, 'cause MORONS have been trying to teach it to me for the last 4 years. Bastards. On my last test paper, the one they group us with, I wrote some shit about Lord of the rings all over the paper. ha Ha. Shove it Bitch. They were seriously pissed with me so I had to avoid 3 teachers for 2 weeks. Quite exciting, kept on nearly bumping into them and having to run. Heh. I suppose I have a problem with authority figures, I don't mind teachers unless they get bossy. Then I piss them off. There is a good reason for this. Before I was born I think, sonmething really shit happened. My parents got involved with some charity. Only it turned out not to be a charity. It was a fucking criminal operation, Fucking going under the name of a charity and stealing the money, some kind of community centre funded by the gov't. There are two gangs going, One of them run by this guy RJ (but we'll call him Uselessfuckerwithoutafuckinggoodcellinhisbody for clarity.)He was a fucking smuggler. My parents of course didn't know this. I swear, they were so fucking trusting for the first haf of their lives, but now they are disillusioned with the world. I am going to avoid this by stepping all over and then kicking the shit out of any fuckers who come my way. That way I will never be affected by this hideous condition of disbelieving in the fundamental kindness of humankind. I will concentrate on the good folk and kick the arse of anybody who tries to fuck me over. Everyone else knew about this Shit being a drugs-runner. (I mean the bad sort, Heroin, Opium, Bad E's, stuf like that.) They assumed my parents were in on it. Bollocks. This is why it was my parents on their own pretty much, everyone else knew to steer clear. So, anywho, My parents noticed inequalities with the accounts, asked too many questions. They were threatened a shit load after that. Fucking heavies came round, so they had to send my elder brother to live with my grandparents for months. So then they went to the police. Fucking bad move. They got my dad in a room on his own so there were no witnesses. Then they essentially told him to go fuck himself, that they couldn't give a shit about a fucking paki, that they weren't gonna do Fuck all. They said He better just stay out of the gangsters way, they didn't want any blood on their patch, and that if he did make any more "mistakes" they would find a way to send him down. Of course they didn't say this in as many words, a fucking copper wouldn't know how. Bloody marvellous. All I can say is, "Fuck the Police." Really. So the heavies came round once more, then stopped bothering us. Oh, by the way, Even though I am rather more than skeptical about the police, Gangsters are even worse. Really, I despise them. THEY CAN ALL SUCK THEIR OWN FUCKING ARSEHOLES, LICK UP THE MESS WHEN THEY CUM OVER THE SICK KICK THEY GET OUT OF SHITTING ON GOOD PEOPLE, AND FEED THE REGURGETATED MESS TO THEIR MUTHERS! USELESS MOTHER FUCKERS! GET A FUCKING JOB! YOU USELESS SONS-OF-CAMEL-BITCHES! PUT YOUR FUCKING KNOB IN A FOOD PROCESSOR AND EAT THE MESS WITH SAUCE. Or something. Anyway, there is more. You may want to grab a snack. Next, my dad worked on a project which was working under government money. Un-fucking-fortunately, gov't legislation changed half-way through. So, Funding is cut, and again there is accounts fiddling. SHIT! My parents are left with a few other people in severe debt, because, (ooh, here's a suprise,) Fucking
Uselessfuckerwithoutafuckinggoodcellinhisbody Is running the show. FUCK YOU! He claims that all the responsibility rests on the shoulders of My parents and a few others. He is laughing his sick ass off, and my parents are left with no money 'cause the money went elsewhere, and debts reaching into five-figures. I really fucking HATE these people.(And oh shit, I just spluttered up beer onto the rug.) So, about10 years ago my dad gets a job in a city council. Nice position, room for promotion. He works his arse off to keep people happy. He is one of four managers. He knoows after a short while that they really don't like him. REALLY. This he is able to cope with at first. He can take a shit load. I mean, A SHIT LOAD. But then, the other three managers have a project going or something. I forget the details, but it was something about doing a shit load of work, and getting an enormous bonus. So, basically, they tell him to do all the work, then when it inevitably isn't up to full whack (because their was only one person working on it) they blame my dad and give themselves the bonusses anyway. SOme more shit happens to my dad. He gets fired eventually. It turns out that this was all orchestrated by RJ. He has connections in this place. FUCK!WHY THE HELL DOES THIS SHIT HAPPEN? It is made all the more easier because half the people in that shithole are racist Shits. They are all too happy to stamp all over a fucking paki, even if they are taking money and orders from another to do it. HE GETS FIRED! HOW FUCKING BULLSHIT IS THIS? HE IS THE ONE WHO WAS VICTIMIZED, THEN HE GETS SHAT UPON! FUCKING RETARDED WORLD! So then my dad goes for a tribunal. My parents worked damnned hard on this for years. I remember it. All through my childhood it was there. I just took it for granted. I didn't even know what it was. All I knew was that my parents were "under a lot of stress." I didn't even know why. I remember going to the newsagents to buy a box of roses for my parents. Fuck me, my friends mum thought I was really considerate and all that shit. I didn't even know what "stressed" meant! Christ, the word just was integrated into everyday life. Anyway, eventually under a cross-examination, RIGHT AT THE FUCKING END, EVERYTHING FUCKED UP! Someone made a slip-up. One fucking slip-up. That sent the whole thing down. Fuck Bloddy hell shit balls crap Fuck. WHY? Another thing, it transpired after the trial, that someone that my dad trusted, someone he REALLY felt was his only friend on the case, Turned out to be fucking him over. He withheld one final piece of evidence which would have closed the case completely. FUCK ME! He was Indian. He didn't mind that he was fucking over my dad, even though he knew that he was working FOR a criminal Shit-head, and working WITH racist camel-fuckers. All because he was getting a large cut. SHIT! What the fuck is the world coming to when this shit happens? I don't mean to get all "Brutha to Brutha" on you, But COME ON! He was ignoring the fact that they were RACIST just for the money. Really, that is all over the fucking place. Pathetic, Sad, Corrupt, Inhuman. FUCK YOU! YOU COMPLETE ARSEHOLE! YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE! I WILL FUCKING HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU ONE DAY! Shit. That is a big chunk of text. So anywho, because of all this bollocks, My parents were in very serious debt 'till like 1 years ago. We are pretty much okay now though, even though a lot of the money is tied up in property. Actually, I am glad in a very big way that all this transpired. If it hadn't, I wouldn't be me. And I am very much glad that I am who I am. Life itself is nice. As I said at the beggining of this post (if you can remember that far back) I am not fucked up. I suppose I respect my parents for it also. Which is pretty cool.

Oh yeah, I am 15. hmm... other stuff... Ok. Like most people here , I think, I have music tastes too varied to give it all here. But I will list a few which I like: The Manics (I only recently started liking them. I think before the gui-tar was a bit too abstract for me.) Jimi Hendrix, The Animals, Nirvana. I used to like Nirvana SO MUCH. That was when I was like 10 'till 13 I think. But then I looked at some of the people who listened to the music, and the ones I knew were arseholes. And although it wasn't conscious, it probably contributed to me wiping all the Nirvana tapes I had. Yes, I know. How shit. But That was virtually all I listened to. For 3 years. I just got bored. But then about a year later I saw the error of my ways. I only just got a couple of the albums copied. I was listening to them, and all of a sudden Feelings came flooding back. You know when you listen to music, or sense something, and it brings back lots of memories? For me it is primarily smell and music. So I was listening to these albums, and feelings came back, almost as strong as the originals, But somehow they are distorted ao that they are really, y'know, different and cool, more intense, like they were not when I was younger and actually experiencing them. I dunno. Maybe we become more sad, jaded as we grow older. That is why the feelings are so intense now. Sex pistols, though I have tried listening to other punk groups, and most of them are terrible. Honestly. And brit-punk is the best. I'm sorry, but American punk just wasn't right. But this doesn't matter as most punk is awful anyway. The undertones, "Teenage Kicks" is the best song, The smashing pumpkins, Pixies, track 2 on "doolittle" Is class. Anyone else from Britain will know this, It was on an advert, I think for an alcoholic drink, probably a spirits sort. The one which goes "ah-hah-hah, Ah-hah-hah, ah-hah-hah, Ah-hah-hah," just a man breathing. I can't be asked to look through my music collection right now. I like a tonne of other stuff as well. I like Dance music too (not Garage or normal, soft house). Prodigy Rock. Voodoo people is a classic. We need to have an old-school revival of Rave from the early 90's, with the moody clubs, really dark, with hard music, Techno as well. Hmm... other stuff. I have an I.Q. in excess of 155, by some tests 170. But anyway I do not believe in I.Q. 'tis shit. It is, I think a measurement of how good a person is at fast thinking, at calculating, maybe even memory (It is so much easier to suceed if you have done a few of the same questions before). It cannot be resonably applied to anybody except mathematicians and a few others. Oh yeah, I am 15. I do Judo. I have only just started a few months ago, even though I have been interested in martial arts for ages. There is supposed to be a genuine Kung-fu class about 20mins train (WOOHOO! Suede "Filmstar") ride away. I dunno what style it is though. My uncle does some Weng-Chun (I think that's how you spell it) he started to learn a few years back when he was in Japan and Hong-kong. He is pretty cool. He can program in cgi for Christs sake. He is now getting into a new computer programming technology, hopefully he will start to make some real money soon. I like Reading all kinds of stuff, but I particularly like the old style
sci-fi stories, especially Asimov and Clarke, And Beynon. I like Pratchett. Tolkien. Stuff.
(Excuse me? Why the hell is there a beetle crawling across the floor?)

More stuff I hate: Weird Al Yankovic. Really, he totally screwed up Bohemian raphsody for me by turning it into a polka. And a few other tunes I really like.

THE CURRENT AMERICAN PRESIDENT

FUCK YOU BUSH! YOU ABSOLOUTE FOOL! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? This is like three agreements he has walked away from now! I mean, WTF!? I accept that America needs more power stations, but the rest of it is just Bollocks! I am not one of those idiots who hate the Americans just for the sake of it, but when the president acts like this, it is just sickening. And I don't agree with the American law. Stupid FUcked up laws on drugs, and laws on guns equally as fucked up.

I dislike potheads.

I have been listening to the Manics and Pixies and Smashing pumpkins, and combined with this ranting I feel a lot better. Thank you for listening. Or reading, whatever.

Life is good. You should try to enjoy it.

If anyone tries to fuck you over, stamp all over them FAST. Do not allow people to mess up your life. Mine came so close to being fucked up, along with the rest of my family. But thankfully it wasn't. If you don't want to stamp on them, ignore them, or something.

I will probably regret writing a bunch of this stuff later on, so please excuse me if it makes sense now. Just post If I have missed anything. I like your name Lut.

Aight, for all ya'll newbies up in dis piece, here is mah original post again. ENJOY!!!.....

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Yo, good idea for a post, dawg! I was actually thinking about asking dis shit next... oh well.

Mah name is Jose Escobar, and I live in deltona, florida.(otherwise called DEADTONA! Don't let them fool ya'll peeps, florida's only good for vacations! Dis be da state of retired old people and cops, ONLY).

I be 22 years old, and mah b'day is march 12th. I am 5ft 6in tall, 135 lbs. I am a puerto rican, ghetto lover, dat lived in brooklyn, NY for 15 years of mah life (in da "bad part", not no goddamn rich neighborhoods)!

Mah name was given to me by mah dawg, fat Pete (he gonna be da next big pun, believe dat)! We was listening ta Nas, and he pointed out dat there were about a billion people wit da name Jose, and dat I needed mah own "tag" (it means nickname basically)! So he started thinking and then we suddenly heard Nas saying dat line where it goes "Escobar season has returned!"
He thunk for a minute and came up wit... ESCO (mah last name is escobar, rememba dat)!

Believe it or not... I USED TA HATE DAT FUCKING NAME!!!
But, after a while so many peeps liked it (especially da honey's around these parts, heh heh) and recognized me by it, dat I decided to stick with it! Plus... it makes it harder for da cops ta find my ass, if they is eva lookin' for me.

Not dat they ever would have a reason ta look for me....

//esco looks around, throws his gloves in da trash can, and starts walking away whistling it's a small world after all//
:P

Dat enough info for ya'll or what? Peace out.
LOVE ME NOW OR HATE ME MORE BUT WE STILL GONNA LEEEAAAD! CUZ WE GOIN BE FOREVA MORE CUZ WE STILL WON'T LEAVE!

Well, looks like I got in a little late on this one. My name is Patrik, pleased to meet ya.

Well, we'll take it from the beginning. As a kid, I was a very closed-in and silent person. I did have friends like most other, but I wasn't that overly social. I was very interested in technology. I didn't look at the cooled beverages in the drink cooler, I looked at the fan on the back side instead. I didn't look at the stores a the mall, but at the escalator and how that functioned, etc. Up to the age of seven, my favourite book was a advanced technological decscription of various car engines (I mostly looked a the pictures). It sounds bizarre, I know, but that's how it was.

My personality didn't change that much during my first years in school. I was very, very good in school since I had read so much and still continued to read a lot. I began to read fantasy and stuff, beginning with the Narnia series. I was totally caught into the genre, and still is. I did do sports, but was never really interested of it. Well, everything went along until seventh grade. There, some people started to harass me for my introvert persona and my lack of social skills, causing my personality to change dramatically. I became the "funny guy", who always had a funny joke or some jester appearance to present. After a while, people started to accept me but I was still uncertain of myself.

During this whole period I still did very good in school. I wasn't the best, but I think the biggest difference between the best in class and me was the I was lazy. I had never really had to work hard in school. I learned maths and physics and languages without any real effort. I had no reason to change that (well, OK, I would have gotten better grades, but they were good enough anyway), so I just continued. During that time I had gotten a computer and I was massively interested in it. I was exactly the thing I needed, it suited me perfectly. I don't know why, but whatever. Perhaps it was my interest in technology that echoed back. Anyway, I started to play a lot of games. This was around 1994. I started to play doom, of course, and it was one of my absolute favourite games.

Another dormant interest came to life when I started to do level editing. I could sit ten hours in a row, no food, no sleep, while adding the final touch to one of the myriad of levels I made. I started to do StarCraft levels and other things too. In my "real life" (tm) I advanced to "college" (whatever you americans call it) and chose the natural science education. I wanted to choose the musical education too, since I had been playing drums in a band a couple of years, but in the end I didn't regret choosing natural science. My new class was wonderful. At the school we got a T1-83 graphical calculator, which had programming capabilities. Soon I started to program the little thing, trying to extend its functionality, but the language was just a simple BASIC language with few capabilities.

Still, I wrote huge batch programs, code locks, games etc. A friend introduced me to C/C++ programming, which was quite a difference. I loved it from the beginning, and today I consider myself to be a C++ addict. So yes, I'm a geek, and I love it.

Now I am in the military, which is hell on earth in the short-term material world, but still pretty fun. I actually don't miss my computer over there. I don't have time to do that. My horribly undertrained body causes that I have to give 110% all the time and I stumble on the verge of total exhaustion. Well, I'll live through it. I only have 9 months left...

im Derick im 15 years old...the first time i played doom was in 1994...my uncle got the shareware version of doom and i played it on his computer...my first time i played it on Hey, not too rough and beat it...i was exceptioanlly good at doom for my age at the time.

i listen to all kinds of music except most rap, all of country and pop...i like Metallica, Fear Factory, Limp Bizkit etc etc..

things i like to do: play video games (FPS and RPG's are my favorite types...my favorite video games are Doom (duh), Final Fantasy 7 and 9 (8 blows), any Legend of Zelda Game and SMB 3 is still my favorite nes game

our family has 2 pets (cats) one of the cats is all black and when im down on life he becomes my best friend...

im going to be a junior in high school come fall and i plan to go to college...my career i want to help participate in creating video games...ive sent emails to id and squaresoft among many other companies

things i dislike:the media, whiners,i used to be a huge wrestling fan now i think its boring so it belongs here for now

Hey my name's Dale, I live in Hervey Bay, Australia, and I am 16 years old. I was born on 3 november, 1984 in Townsville, QLD, Australia (I hope someone knows what i am talking about seeing as though about (insert large number close to 100 here)% of the people on the doomworld forums are from the USA).

I grew up being the kid in the corner that don't talk or do anything exciting, so I am a pretty shyguy. Life in this town sucks, nothing interesting to do (spend a day here and you'll see my point). We moved here from townsville in late '97. When we moved here we bought our 2nd pc (which we still have), and it sucks big ass donkey balls. 200mhz pentium, 16mb ram, 2 gig hdd...enuff about my shitty pc. I started playing alot of first person shooters when we got our pc (shareware quake actually). Then i got interested in DooM last year sometime, actually found a copy of Ultimate DooM, and have been hooked ever since.

Hopefully when I finished school at the end of the year, I can spend some serious time making some stuff for doom. I can make some basic maps, but nothing to complicated. I am trying to start a decent map and post it on the web at the moment. Plus i also made some grafix for FreeDooM, but i am experiencing technical difficulties with my pc at the moment.

How i got my nickname, well it really stands for and i quote : Metallica - Megadeth - Nine Inch Nails - Pantera - Static-X - Rammstein - silverchair - Offspring - Slipknot - Korn - Limp Bizkit. They were the bands whose cd's i had when i thought that up some time last year. But now, my music choice has risen a bit, and i won't even try listing all the bands i like. Lets see, all metal (apart from a few try-hard numetal shitty bands), alot of rap, all industrial and a few other bands.

Well, the name's Jason McFalls. I am 22 years old, I was born on August 12, 1979 and I live in a small city in Virginia called Klamath Falls. It pretty much sucks up here. There is nothing, I mean NOTHING to do. There are hardly any new jobs,so that means I will have to continue my job as a part-time computer programmer. It pays pretty well, though. I am also a part-time student teacher at the Klamath Falls High School. Too bad that doesn't pay as well. :)
I don't have a lot of time to post here because of my part-time job. I work long, late hours, and my boss is a real dick. He never shuts up. He is always and forever telling me just exactly what to do. Yesterday I was programming a new computer, and the old guy stumbles in to ask me what the hell I was doing. "Programming this computer, sir", I said. "You're not supposed to be programming that old thing (by old, it was made in '95), go program one of those newer ones!" And those newer computers are hell to put up with. So, I had to. Otherwise I wouldn't have a job now.
Anyway. I became hooked on Doom and all FPSs in or around '95. I played Doom on the PS-X. I remember very clearly playing E2M8, Tower of Babel. It was awesome. I remember that I actually put up quite a good fight with ol' Cybie. Then one of those irritating flying skulls slammed into me and killed me. That sucked.
Since then, I have gotten a PS-X and my own copy of Doom for PC, PS-X, and N64. I love all 4 Doom games. (I now have Doom and Doom2 for PC.)
What bands do I listen to?
Well, I like Limp Bizkit, Staind, Creed, Tantric, The Offspring, and other such related bands.
Well, that's pretty much it for me.